It is vain that you would speak with Timon.
For he is set so only to himself
That nothing but himself which looks like man
Is friendly with him.
It's pointless to try to speak with Timon. He's so wholly devoted to himself that nothing resembling a human being can be friendly with him.
It's useless. Timon won't talk to anyone. He's locked into himself so completely that nothing that looks human can befriend him.
he won't talk no one can reach him not even humans not anymore
Bring us to his cave.
It is our part and promise to th’ Athenians
To speak with Timon.
Take us to his cave. It is our duty and promise to the Athenians to speak with Timon.
Bring us to his cave. We promised the Athenians we'd talk to Timon, and we will.
take us to him we made a promise to athens we have to try
At all times alike
Men are not still the same: ’twas time and griefs
That framed him thus. Time, with his fairer hand,
Offering the fortunes of his former days,
The former man may make him. Bring us to him
And chance it as it may.
People are not always the same. Time and sorrow shaped him as he is. Time, with its healing hand, offering him back the fortunes of his former days, might restore the man he was. Take us to him and we'll risk what happens.
People aren't always the same. He got this way because of time and grief. Time could fix him—if he got his wealth back, the old Timon might return. Take us to him and let's see what happens.
people change time shapes us grief changed him maybe fortune will change him back let's try
Here is his cave.
Peace and content be here! Lord Timon! Timon,
Look out and speak to friends. The Athenians
By two of their most reverend senate greet thee.
Speak to them, noble Timon.
Here is his cave. Peace and content dwell here! Lord Timon! Timon, come out and speak to friends. Two of Athens's most respected senators greet you. Speak to them, noble Timon.
Here's his cave. Lord Timon! Come out and talk to your friends. The two most important senators from Athens want to see you. Please come speak with them.
timon come out talk to us the senate reverend senators please
Thou sun that comforts, burn! Speak and be hanged!
For each true word, a blister, and each false
Be as a cantherizing to the root o’ th’ tongue,
Consuming it with speaking.
Sun that brings comfort, burn instead! Speak and be hanged! For every true word, let a blister form, and for every false word, let it burn like a cauterizing iron eating at the root of the tongue, consuming it with speaking.
You comforting sun, burn! And curse any man who speaks! Every true word gives him a blister. Every lie brands his tongue. Let speaking destroy him.
burn sun speak and die true words blister false words burn the tongue dies speech destroys
Worthy Timon—
Worthy Timon—
Noble Timon—
timon
Of none but such as you, and you of Timon.
From no one but such as you, and you from Timon.
From no one like you. And you won't get anything from Timon.
not from timon not for you not worthy
The senators of Athens greet thee, Timon.
The senators of Athens greet you, Timon.
The Athens senate greets you, Timon.
athens senate greets you
Could I but catch it for them.
I wish I could catch it for them.
I wish I could catch that greeting for them.
wish i could catch that for them
O, forget
What we are sorry for ourselves in thee.
The senators with one consent of love
Entreat thee back to Athens, who have thought
On special dignities, which vacant lie
For thy best use and wearing.
Forget the sorrow we feel for you. The senators of Athens, with one united voice of love, beg you to come back to Athens. We have reserved special honors, positions that now sit vacant, waiting for your best use and wearing.
Forget what we feel sorry for in you. Every senator in Athens wants you back. We've set aside special positions and honors just for you—they're empty and waiting for you to fill them.
come back athens needs you we've made space honors waiting just for you
They confess
Toward thee forgetfulness too general gross,
Which now the public body, which doth seldom
Play the recanter, feeling in itself
A lack of Timon’s aid, hath sense withal
Of its own fall, restraining aid to Timon,
And send forth us to make their sorrowed render,
Together with a recompense more fruitful
Than their offence can weigh down by the dram,
Ay, even such heaps and sums of love and wealth,
As shall to thee blot out what wrongs were theirs,
And write in thee the figures of their love,
Ever to read them thine.
They admit a general and gross forgetting of you. Athens, which rarely takes back its words, is feeling its own collapse—it's lacking your help, and that's brought it pain. So we come to make you a sad but sincere payment, along with recompense richer than the debt of your suffering could weigh—such heaps and sums of love and wealth that it will blot out their wrongs and write on you the figures of their love, forever for you to read.
The whole city admits they totally forgot about you. Athens rarely changes its mind, but it's hurting now without your help. So we're here to say sorry, and we're bringing compensation bigger than any harm they did—so much love and money it'll erase the wrongs and show you how much they care.
we forgot you awfully entirely athens is dying without you we're sorry we bring wealth we bring love
You witch me in it,
Surprise me to the very brink of tears.
Lend me a fool’s heart and a woman’s eyes
And I’ll beweep these comforts, worthy senators.
You're bewitching me with this, surprising me to the very edge of tears. Lend me a fool's heart and a woman's eyes, and I would weep these comforts, worthy senators.
You're actually getting to me. You're pushing me to the brink of tears. If I had the heart of a fool and a woman's eyes, I'd cry over this kindness, senators.
you're getting to me i'm near tears don't make me cry this kindness this love
Therefore so please thee to return with us,
And of our Athens, thine and ours, to take
The captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks,
Allowed with absolute power, and thy good name
Live with authority. So soon we shall drive back
Of Alcibiades th’ approaches wild,
Who like a boar too savage doth root up
His country’s peace.
So please return with us and take command of Athens—both yours and ours. You'll be met with thanks, given complete power, and your reputation will live in authority. So quickly shall we drive back Alcibiades' wild advances—he like a savage boar roots up his own country's peace.
So come back with us and be the leader of Athens. Everyone will thank you, you'll have full power, and your name will have authority. We'll quickly stop Alcibiades from coming—he's like a wild boar tearing up his own country.
come back be our leader full power we'll stop alcibiades he's destroying athens you can save us
And shakes his threatening sword
Against the walls of Athens.
And he shakes his threatening sword against the walls of Athens.
And he's shaking his sword at Athens's gates.
threatening the walls of athens with his sword
Therefore, Timon—
Therefore, Timon—
So, Timon—
timon please
Well, sir, I will. Therefore I will, sir, thus:
If Alcibiades kill my countrymen,
Let Alcibiades know this of Timon,
That Timon cares not. But if he sack fair Athens
And take our goodly aged men by th’ beards,
Giving our holy virgins to the stain
Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brained war,
Then let him know, and tell him Timon speaks it,
In pity of our aged and our youth,
I cannot choose but tell him that I care not;
And—let him take’t at worst—for their knives care not
While you have throats to answer. For myself,
There’s not a whittle in th’ unruly camp
But I do prize it at my love before
The reverend’st throat in Athens. So I leave you
To the protection of the prosperous gods,
As thieves to keepers.
I will, therefore I will do this: If Alcibiades kills my countrymen, let Alcibiades know from Timon that Timon doesn't care. But if he sacks fair Athens and seizes the bearded old men, giving our holy virgins to the stain of brutal war, then let him know, tell him Timon says: from pity for our aged and our young, I cannot help but say I don't care. And let him take it however he wishes—for their throats cannot answer. For myself, there's not a blade in his rough camp that I wouldn't value higher than the most respected throat in Athens. So I leave you to be protected by fortune as thieves to their jailers.
All right, here's what I'll do: If Alcibiades kills my fellow Athenians, tell him Timon doesn't care. But if he destroys Athens and disgraces the girls and old men, then tell him: because I pity our people, I still don't care. And let him do what he wants—your throats won't stop him. For me, any weapon in his army is worth more than the most important life in Athens. I leave you to God's care the way thieves are left to the guards.
if he kills i don't care if he destroys athens i don't care pity won't change it i'm done with this world
Stay not, all’s in vain.
Don't stay—it's all useless.
Don't waste your time. It's hopeless.
go it's useless he won't change
Why, I was writing of my epitaph;
It will be seen tomorrow. My long sickness
Of health and living now begins to mend
And nothing brings me all things. Go, live still,
Be Alcibiades your plague, you his,
And last so long enough.
I was writing my own epitaph—it will be seen tomorrow. My long sickness of health and living begins to end, and nothing brings me all things. So go, live still. Be Alcibiades' plague to you and you to him, and last so long enough.
I was just writing what will be on my tomb—you'll see it tomorrow. I'm sick of being alive and healthy, and that sickness is ending. Go on, live your lives. Let Alcibiades plague you and you plague him, and stay like that as long as you can.
writing my epitaph will be done tomorrow sick of living sickness ending go live be plagued
We speak in vain.
We speak in vain.
We're wasting our breath.
pointless he won't listen
But yet I love my country and am not
One that rejoices in the common wrack,
As common bruit doth put it.
But yet I love my country and am not one who rejoices in the common ruin, as rumor claims I do.
But I do still love my country. I'm not one of those people who cheers when everything falls apart, like people say I am.
i still love athens i'm not celebrating the destruction ruinar says i am
That’s well spoke.
That's well spoken.
That's good to hear.
that's good that's what we wanted
Commend me to my loving countrymen.
Greet my loving countrymen for me.
Give my love to my countrymen.
greet my people tell them i love them
These words become your lips as they pass through them.
His words suit your lips perfectly as they pass through them.
Those words fit you perfectly—they sound true from you.
words suit you truly spoken from your lips
And enter in our ears like great triumphers
In their applauding gates.
And they enter our ears like great conquerors entering their celebrated gates.
And those words come into our ears like great victorious generals entering their triumphant gates.
words enter our ears like triumphant generals celerated applauded
Commend me to them,
And tell them that to ease them of their griefs,
Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses,
Their pangs of love, with other incident throes
That nature’s fragile vessel doth sustain
In life’s uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them;
I’ll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades’ wrath.
Greet them for me and tell them that to ease them of their sorrows, their fears of hostile attack, their pains, their losses, their pangs of love and all the other troubles that nature's fragile vessel endures in life's uncertain voyage, I will show them some kindness. I'll teach them how to prevent Alcibiades' wild anger.
Give them my greetings and tell them: to ease your suffering, fear, pain, losses, and all the troubles you face in life, I will help you. I'll teach you how to stop Alcibiades' rage.
tell them i will ease their pain their fear their suffering i'll help stop alcibiades
I have a tree which grows here in my close
That mine own use invites me to cut down,
And shortly must I fell it. Tell my friends,
Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree
From high to low throughout, that whoso please
To stop affliction, let him take his haste,
Come hither ere my tree hath felt the axe
And hang himself. I pray you do my greeting.
I have a tree growing here that my own need asks me to cut down, and soon I must fell it. Tell my friends, tell all of Athens in descending order of rank, whoever wants to stop his suffering, let him hurry here before my tree has felt the axe and hang himself. I ask you to give them my greeting.
I have a tree here that I'll soon have to cut down. Tell everyone in Athens—from highest rank to lowest—whoever wants to stop their pain, come here before I cut the tree down and hang themselves on it. Please give them that message from me.
i have a tree i'll cut it soon tell athens whoever wants to stop suffering come hang themselves on my tree
Trouble him no further; thus you still shall find him.
Don't bother him any further. You'll always find him like this.
Leave him alone. This is how he'll always be.
stop trying he's unchangeable always like this
Come not to me again, but say to Athens
Timon hath made his everlasting mansion
Upon the beached verge of the salt flood,
Who once a day with his embossed froth
The turbulent surge shall cover; thither come,
And let my gravestone be your oracle.
Lips, let sour words go by, and language end:
What is amiss, plague and infection mend;
Graves only be men’s works and death their gain,
Sun, hide thy beams, Timon hath done his reign.
Don't come to me again. Instead, tell Athens that Timon has made his eternal home on the foamy edge of the salt sea, which once a day with its violent foam will cover his grave. Come there, and let my gravestone be your oracle. Lips, let bitter words depart and language end. What is wrong, let plague and infection fix. Only graves are the works of humans, and death their reward. Sun, hide your light—Timon has ended his reign.
Don't come back. Tell Athens that Timon's made his home on the seashore, and the ocean will cover his grave every day. Come there, and my gravestone will tell you everything. Stop speaking bitter words. Let disease cure what's wrong. Only graves matter—that's all humans build. Death is the only reward. Sun, hide yourself—Timon's time is over.
don't come back timon's gone moved to the sea the waves cover him let my grave speak no more words let plague cure evil only death matters sun hide yourself
His discontents are unremovably
Coupled to nature.
His discontent is inseparably joined to his nature.
His bitterness is part of who he is—unchangeable.
his discontent is joined to his nature he can't change
Our hope in him is dead. Let us return
And strain what other means is left unto us
In our dear peril.
Our hope in him is dead. Let us return and try whatever other methods are left to us in our desperate situation.
We've lost all hope. Let's go back and try other ways to save ourselves.
no hope left he's lost to us let's go try other ways
It requires swift foot.
It requires swift action.
We need to move fast.
hurry we need speed